etty damn awesome.
Oh god, once we sit down I’m going to actually have to talk to him.
Andy
Earlier that day
“This job is going to kill me.” I walked into the living room and sat down across from my twin brother. “You have to take the first shift.”
“Yeah, no problem. It’ll be nice to avoid the night crowd.” Zach sat up and looked over at me.
“I don’t have any idea how Dad does this twelve hours a day for seven days a week. The money isn’t worth it.” Zach closed his eyes and sighed. “I’m ready to strangle myself with Christmas garland after a few hours in that fucking chair.”
“And he wants to move here—like, live here year round. Mom is going to give up her career so he can be a mall Santa? Ugh.” I shook my head angrily.
“It’s his dream.” Zach groaned and sat up. “It’s not like Mom has to work anyway.”
“Yeah, but she loves her job.” I shrugged and sighed.
Our mother never was the stay-at-home type. Our Dad got a nice inheritance when our grandfather passed away, but she still wanted to work, even when it wasn’t required. I wondered what kind of job our Dad would have gotten if he wasn’t living off the residuals from our grandfather’s movie career. They were a little lower each year, but some of the movies our grandfather appeared in were classics, and television stations played them nonstop around the holidays. Dad hoped that he would be able to have something like that for us one day, and getting a mall Santa gig was the first step towards it. He was committed to the role of Santa Claus, but I wasn’t sure he was quite ready for the movies, no matter how many times he bleached his beard. He wasn’t old enough to pass for a classic Santa unless they put on a few layers of latex and makeup.
“Okay, I’m going to head to the mall,” Zach grumbled under his breath and started to stand up from the couch.
“I guess I should give Dad a call. He’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t get daily updates on our wonderful mall adventures in the red suit.” I reached over and picked up my cell phone.
Dad had just gotten settled into the house he rented when his gallbladder started acting up. We were planning to come straight to Georgia and our Mom was going to join us once her Christmas vacation started. Instead, he had to fly back to Minneapolis for the surgery and she was spending her vacation taking care of him. We weren’t even going to be able to see them until Christmas Eve, and we still had a shift at the mall before we could fly out. The airport was going to be a nightmare, and I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I wasn’t going to spend Christmas away from my parents. Once we graduated from college and found jobs, it might be difficult to get home every year—especially if we settled down somewhere and got married.
But I’m not ready to settle down yet—I just want to get laid at least once on this fucking vacation.
The second I saw Holly, I couldn’t help but stare. She was beautiful. I was so overwhelmed by her beauty that I barely got out an awkward greeting before she walked past me. Fate had other plans, or maybe it was a Christmas miracle paying me back for listening to brats rattle out their lists for six hours a day. Not that her accident was a good thing—except that it gave me an opportunity to help her up and convince her to go to the food court with me. I just had to figure out how to convince her that her injured leg would heal a lot faster if it was pointed at the ceiling. She was everything I had been craving since I stepped off the plane in Georgia and saw how ripe the peaches were. They were begging to be plucked from the vine, and I was just the guy to do it. I’d even let my twin brother have a few of them if he wanted.
“Alright, do you want some food? I’m starving.” I looked over at the line of restaurants. “I was just about to head over here and grab bite to eat.”
“If I’m going to be here for a little bit, I might as well have an early dinner.” Holly reached into her purse. “Where are you going? I’ll grab something there.”
“You pick the place—and it’s my treat.” I put my hand on her arm to keep her from pulling out her wallet.
“Thank you.” She looked down at my hand and I saw her eyes light up a little bit. “How about a bacon cheeseburger and some fries from Wendy’s?”
“Coming right, do you want a drink?” I moved my hand away from her arm, but not before letting it trace a few inches of her skin.
“Sure, I’ll have a Coke Zero.” She nodded quickly and a smile spread across her face.
“You got it.” I tapped the table a couple of times and started walking towards Wendy’s.
Holly wasn’t just beautiful—she was smoking hot. I wouldn’t have been surprised if my hand caught on fire after I touched her. I wanted to do a lot more than touch—I wanted to savor, devour, and spend all night making her scream. Considering that she had a vibrator in her bag from Spencer’s, I assumed she needed the same thing I did. I didn’t believe it was a Dirty Santa gift for a second—not after I saw her blush. She needed something much better than a vibrator and I was just the guy to give it to her.
My sex drive was through the roof. It certainly didn’t help that it had been a slow semester for me and my bed was ice cold by the time we left for our break. The classes had gotten a little grueling and we needed to make top grades if we wanted to get into a good law school after we graduated. That was my plan anyway. Zach was still indecisive about law school and leaning more towards a career in advertising. I hoped he would decide to join me so we could keep the party going for a few more years.
“Welcome to Wendy’s, what can I get for you today?” The girl at the register smiled when I approached.
I rattled off Holly’s order and ordered a chicken sandwich combo for myself. I glanced back at the table a few times while I waited for the food and a couple of times, I saw Holly quickly look away. She was staring. That was a damn good sign. I wouldn’t be able to close the deal before I had to switch places with Zach, but I could at least get her worked up a little bit and get her phone number. She was going to be in my bed as soon as I was done at the mall—I could just feel it. I got our food and walked back to the table, making eye contact every time she looked up. I could see the nervousness in her body language, but there was something deeper than that in her eyes. It practically screamed for me to make a move—I just wished I didn’t have to work because I was pretty sure it was going to be an extremely long shift if I was thinking about her gorgeous curves all night.
“Alright, here you go. Make sure you eat everything, you’re going to need that energy later.” I sat down across from her and grinned.
“I’m just heading home to watch television.” She shrugged and took a sip of her soda.
“Yeah, but as soon as I get off work you’re coming over to my place so I can make you cum a lot harder than that vibrator ever could.” My grin got a little wider and I winked at her.